Novels by Ștefan Lazăr

The years passed beautifully past the family of the Earl of Birmingham and his young son, he became a young blond man, with some hair scattered and combed with difficulty by little servants of the earl's son, some young men carefully chosen to take care of the novice knight, though he trained very much, he liked to fight with those of his age, the sword spun quite well, the crossbow was often used in his hunts with the king's court, but the monarch was absent, for lack of power, in his bed and his son led as much as he could. perhaps good for his early youth and his delicate mustache, for he was far too young to be a strong sovereign, though King Henry was nearing his end, and the fever only restrained him to death, a pain leaped over his ribbed shoulders, and under the watchful eyes of the ferns, dazed by the sharp turn, he looked astonished, so that after a shiver ran through the skinny body of the old monarch, he gave up his spirit and remained with his eyes open like a liv

The count became gloomy at the conclusion of what had been done everywhere in the throne room, so without asking the king for the right to leave, he did it himself disappearing from the room, the king was not in a good mood, it was like wax , and the fever was becoming threatening to his health, so his hurried fern arrived, accompanied by two noisy ciras who gave him the bottle of salt, and the king recovered a little, after such a pungent odor, and began to feel his mind clearer, but it was hard for him to ask a question, so he was content only to understand that he had suffered a heart attack.The count, getting into the saddle, finally greets a few closer friends, each distinguished by something, and does not forget the pure smile of the Duke of York who had satisfied his meeting with the count with a phlegmatic smile full of melancholy words on the steps of his castle, and the count, smiling at all the ducal ironies, made a forced movement of h

The expanses of the seas had greatly increased and whole ships were conquering seas and lands, now that the time of a century had begun to create new maps and new destinations, yet mankind was entering the first years when the most unexpected ideals had conquered the minds of the most peaceful conquerors. , but time passes, recording every moment a new step in which the previous moment had for a second the most beautiful life and in which a storyteller lays out his first lines on paper, the pen slides and everything catches the mysterious breath of life full of spirit and love.London was in a hustle and bustle, beyond the walls, whole processions stepping on the shiny stone slabs, horses snorting, usually merchants in a hurry in their carts whipping stubborn cattle in a kind of fierce cruelty, people shouted and sometimes

- William, hit the ribs ...! Cried a knight who was climbing the stairs, and who, with his hand outstretched to his eyes, was struggling to see through the visor of his helmet his companion, who was struggling with bleeding flesh, who had been terribly pierced to the bone and streams flowed through the plates of armor. of blood, dripping incessantly on the cauldron of St. Peter's Square, yet with the stained cuirass, clinging to his foot like a wet towel, the knight had refused to cease fighting, even though the seniors expected this brave man to stagger to his feet. and to collapse in front of the world, but especially in front of the young d'Ampezzo who already seemed to be the only one of victory.- William, hold on! For God's sake, do it for your son! He said again, animatedly, coming down from the saddle, and leaning against the parapet that separated the arena, and showing his exce